Red hair, leather, and sarcasm
All of this makes up a woman
Raised in the shadow of the night
Trained to fight in times of battle
Losing her family to the grip of the world
She wants to forget, drowning her sorrows
Yet fate, or something other, will not let her
She lets go of the leash to her dead memories,
yet it's pushed back into her hands
Hands that do not want to grab.
She meets one like her,
as twisted as she has become
She believes that there is hope after all.
The world is not as cruel as she believes it to be
because this person has learned to go on
and make peace with the world
There is hope after all